Attara: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I completely forgot that it was Friday last week! *sigh* I just had too much homework to get to the computer. All I could do was check my e-mail, and then I had to get off to finish my stupid 433-page book, Jane Eyre, in four days! The summer academy (not school, even if I did say that last week…) pushes all of its students to the limit! I couldn't do anything but read for the entire day! *roar* Oh well, I'll just start the chapter because nobody probably would want to listen to my problems when a person has his or her own to deal with. Oh, and by the way, everybody who voted wanted to have Seto kill Gozaburo! Yeah! Gore! Well, actually, I'm not descriptive…at all… Yeah, it's a G-rated fic, remember?
"How many times do I have to tell you-" Gozaburo pulled the rope tighter around my wrists "-that you have to overcome your greatest weakness?"
His breath was labored as I had already managed to tire him out by struggling, but I had exhausted myself as well, so I couldn't help being tied to a desk at this moment.
"Well, if you won't obey my orders…"
He pulled out a whip, a long, leather whip, and gripped it tightly with his right hand.
"You're going to have to learn the hard way, aren't you?"
He pulled up my shirt and mercilessly lashed at my bare skin. The scars of the previous "disciplinary actions" were still visible, and some not-yet-healed wounds were being reopened. I snapped my eyes shut. It was impossible for me to see my own body being abused, but the shocking pain that spread throughout my entire body made up for that.
Suddenly, he stopped and I heard the door shut. I barely opened my eyes, thinking that this was too good to be true, that he was finally not hurting me in some other sadistic way he could invent in that twisted mind of his.*
"Seto?" I heard my brother whisper in a scared tone.
"Mokuba? How long were you here?!" I struggled to turn my face into his direction, ignoring the agony that came with readjusting my body to suit my goal.
"Seto, are you all right?" He ignored my question.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just get me out of here." I tugged on the ropes.
My brother quickly untied me and frowned. Trickles of tears ran down his face as he touched my hands lightly.
"Seto, why did he do this?" He asked me.
"I just couldn't—never mind, don't worry about it, Mokuba." I rubbed my wrists to get the blood flowing again.
At that moment, I noticed a red mark on his face. I grabbed my brother, his entire body shaking from my trembling hands.
"Mokuba, did he touch you?" I practically yelled in his face.
At first, I sensed a fear sweep over my younger brothers soul, and after hesitating for several seconds, he finally answered.
"He-he just hit me because I was crying—crying to make him stop hurting you." Mokuba quivered.
"And he hurt you?!"
Mokuba nodded, now allowing the tears flow freely from his eyes.
"Mokuba, you stay right here, I'll be right back." I spoke in a raspy whisper.
He nodded again, afraid that if he spoke, he would start sobbing.
"Don't worry, it'll be better for us for now and on. You won't have to worry about him anymore."
I left the room quietly, still hearing Mokuba's small sighs as I headed out into the hallway.
I came upon a large mahogany-colored door. I stormed into the office. I felt the anger surge to an extreme level; I could feel my face heat up.
I found him sitting at his desk as he filled out forms. He hadn't looked up to see who had entered the room, and that only angered me further.
"Gozaburo! How dare you hurt Mokuba?" I spoke in a tone that surprised even me with its calm and icy manner.
"Hm, and now you're angry? That's a laugh!" He taunted without even bothering to turn from his work.
"Never touch Mokuba."
"Or else what?"
"Or else you'll regret it."
"For the rest of my life?"
"No, you won't have one."
Either he finally came in eye contact with me because of the threat or that he heard my anger, I would never know.
I looked behind him. The window was closed to keep the air conditioning inside. That didn't matter, it'd just give him a bit more pain just seconds before what I call revenge.
I rushed at him. That was probably the only action I knew was right. I didn't care about the consequences. All that mattered was that he would die, and I could feel the months of training in the gym kick in at that moment. I shoved him with all of the strength my body could offer, and I heard the glass crack, then shatter just a couple of inches before me. For the rest, I just allowed Gravity to take over.
And through all of this, he did not utter a single word, not a scream, not even a breath.
And that's when I realized that I was rich.
Attara: So how was that?! Good? Bad? Mediocre? This chapter was a tiny bit longer than the others, and I'll try to update as soon as possible next time since I can't exactly guarantee that I will get the tenth chapter by Friday. The only reason I got this in this Friday was because it's Independence Day! Yup, we actually do get day-offs! Don't worry, my faithful and loyal readers (yeah, you're all dogs, every one of you! Um, that's supposed to be a compliment…), after August fourteenth, it'll all be over, and everything will continue as scheduled, that is, if the fic lasts that long… Well, see you people later now!
*Information contributed by Lilly of the Vale. Thanks!